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About
Me
I grew up in
Dalton, Massachusetts, smack-dab in the middle of the
Berkshires ("America's Premiere
Cultural Resort"). After high school I went to
UMass Amherst for a leisurely five years
where I changed majors every once in a while from history to
Soviet and
Eastern European Studies (now called Slavic and Eastern European
Studies) and finally ended up at
hotel management.
During and after college, I started out
in the hotel industry and managed to work my way up from an intern to a
front desk clerk and then up into management. Between 1997 and 2005, I
moved from the Berkshires to New Hampshire, to Boston, and then back to
New Hampshire. During this time I worked at two different Crowne Plaza
hotels, a large airport Holiday Inn, and an upscale extended stay hotel.
In January of 2004 I set two goals for
the year. First was to create my own website, and second was to
publish a collection of my poetry.
I thought the website would be the harder
of the two since I knew nothing about web design, but in three weeks
EricNixon.net was up and running (I had wanted EricNixon.com, but that was
taken by a real estate agent from the Midwest with the same name).
Publishing the poetry proved much harder.
I thought it would be easy since I had amassed over 700 poems written over
the past year and a half, but narrowing it down to a little over a hundred
to use for the book proved very difficult and time consuming. I
finally had the finished product in my hands in late summer of 2004.
In 2005, my company promoted and
relocated me to a midscale extended stay hotel in Huntsville, Alabama.
While exploring a new area of the country was neat, we longed to return to
New England...and finally did a year later where we are much much happier
in Western Massachusetts. I live here with my wife, Kari,
our two miniature dappled dachshunds, Baxter & Charlie, and out cats Zoe & NewCat.
When I'm not playing manager at a fancy "granny-chic" boutique hotel, I spend my free time writing a novel,
Geocaching, traveling, taking
pictures, playing the guitar (badly), painting, and dreaming of someday returning to
Paris.
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